Scary stories

Little Red Riding

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A cute senorita
Followed by a cheetah
Let me count the ways
For issuing tickets pays
A bonus to us cops
And plus, a feel I may cop
To unsuspecting lambs
You know, it’s all a scam
Just doin’ my job, ‘mam
As if I give a damn
Lets hope there’s no camera phone
To catch misbehaving, as we’re prone
But first let me take a bite
For no one can see your plight

Old Mrs. Creet

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Once there was an old lady
Who looked like my grandma maybe

Every night
She’d take a bite

Of children’s toes
And a nose

If it’s past your bedtime
And you hear a chime

It’s old Mrs. Creet
Looking for something to eat

Don’t let her catch you
Awake or she’ll chew

Your toes and maybe your nose
So hurry and doze

Off to deep sleep
And as you count sheep

Out will creep
Old Mrs. Creet

Trafficked

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Somewhere over the rainbow
Someone will hear my cry of “No”
 
Lured in a parking lot
Before I knew it, my arms tied in a knot
 
Could this be happening?
Head against his car slapping
 
Eyes blindfolded
The terror has unfolded
 
Taken to a cold house
He tore open my blouse
 
Threw me onto the bed
Monster and his friends then fed
 
Once untied
I asked why and cried
 
“Right place at the right time,”
He said, “You’ll earn me a pretty dime”
 
I stared out the window
From this place of hellish limbo
 
And saw a line of men
Foxes to devour a hen
 

Tale of Two Genres

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I love running errands in the morning.  And, now that fall is finally here, I love it even more.  There’s a sense of renewal, nostalgia, anticipation, and reflection in the air.  Fall has always been my favorite season.

We’ve been traveling for the past couple weeks.  We went back to San Francisco to unwind and then to Portland for a wedding.  It was our first time in Portland and, yes, it is a bit like Portlandia.  If I were to describe the city to someone who’s never been there, I’d describe it as a very clean city for the wash-and-go set that has a fantastic public transportation system.  The uniform of choice of many there is cargo shorts or jeans, tanks, and T-shirts (all with no makeup).  In other words, you can roll right out of bed, head out, and you’d blend right in with the crowd.  There’s a Nordstrom (which meets my minimum requirements for a “real” metropolitan area–there are exceptions such as New York City) but no Saks or Neiman’s.  Although Portland isn’t exactly my kind of town, I fell in love with its public transportation system, TRIMET.  It’s a tram or above-ground electric train system.  A hybrid between a city metro bus and subway (but so much cleaner [not a whiff of exhaust fumes] and smoother [didn’t get motion sickness even once]).  Every major city should have a tram system like TRIMET (it is worth every tax payer dollar).

As for the wedding, it was beautiful.  My first Sri Lankan wedding.  It was full of traditional customs, colorful grandeur, and rich culture.  Perhaps I’ll wear a sari for my and D’s renewal of vows in a couple decades :).

In other news, I recently joined the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators and the Horror Writers Association Are there many (successful) writers out there who write in two (or more) genres?  Many of you know that I have such a blast writing thriller and horror works.  As for the children’s stories, it’s still fun but it’s more to leave a legacy for my son (and, fingers crossed, subsequent children).  The children’s book is still in the works and the scary stories are still on the way.  And, as I head into the third trimester of my pregnancy, I will likely be doing even more writing.  So stay tuned!

Little Piggy

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This little piggy went to market
Damn, this girl has spirit
 
This little piggy stayed home
Found her as I did my roam
 
This little piggy had roast beef
Told her the pain would be brief
 
This little piggy had none
Ravishing her was fun
 
This little piggy went
Still smell her blood’s scent
 
Wee, wee, wee
On to my next killing spree
 
All the way home
Smiling at her mouth’s foam

The Ripper

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I made my debut
When very few knew
 
My taste for lust
And a hooker’s bust
 
It was 1888
Money was easy bait
 
East End of London
England’s dungeon
 
First was Mary Ann Nichols
The thought of her still tickles
 
Plucked out her teeth
Right under the night’s wreath
 
Tore out her tongue
To the pleasure I clung
 
Second was Annie Chapman
To her, I was a captain
 
Cut her throat
Like a slaughtered goat
 
Ripped out her intestines
To do this I was destined
 
Third was Elizabeth Stride
She was a special prize
 
This one I did not feed
Plump one she was indeed
 
I did her body what I did the others
But hers reminded me of my mother’s
 
Fourth was Catherine Eddowes
To her I gave several blows
 
Temper, temper, Miss
Cutting her was a bliss
 
Then was Mary Jane Kelly
How I opened her belly
 
As fair and sweet as she was
Slashing her gave me a buzz
 
You see, my day job
Saw women as snobs
 
But at night
Some let me bite
 
And to them I gave my thanks
Down by the river banks
 
As a physician
I was on a mission
 
To show them
They’re to be condemned
 
Never have I been so chipper
To be called Jack the Ripper

Charmed

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Charmed to make your acquaintance
My name is Bob
You seem low maintenance
 
But don’t get me wrong
Au naturale is the best
Been here all along
 
Watching and waiting
Patiently observing
Pining and baiting
 
“Oops–could this be yours?”
“No,” you say, “but thank you, anyway”
“But here, let me get the door”
 
“Has anyone ever told you
How beautiful you are?
Not sure if you knew”
 
“No,” you say, “but thank you, anyway”
“Excuse me, but I have to ask
Could you walk with me halfway?”
 
“I am new and I am lost
Would you be so kind
As to guide me through this frost?”
 
“Sure,” you say, “I’ll let you lead the way”
“Thank you, my dear”
Predator and prey
 
“I think I see my car–
Will you come with me to see?”
“Sure,” you say, “as long as it’s not far”
 
“To thank you for being so kind,
I have something for you in mind
Although not very refined”
 
“No,” you say, “but thank you, anyway
As I must be leaving now”
“But here, let me grab it, anyway”
 
Pop goes the trunk
And I grab my love
Hit her head and hear a “clunk”
 
As I place her in the trunk
And tie her arms and legs
She came to and seemed in a funk
 
“Please let me go,” she cried in dismay,
“Whatever you want–just let me go”
“No,” I say, “but thank you, anyway”